Phnom Penh.... The passport fiasco worked itself out. The immigration officer asked me to meet her at the airport, and handed my passport to me only after calling me away from where others could see what business we were transaction. When we were alone she pulled out four passports and asked me which was mine! Obviously I wasn' t the only person taken in by her arguments.

I'm glad to have my passport back... So glad. I know now what it means to be a man without a country.